Arthur, Luke, Buster, and George were sitting at a table close to the doorway of the cafeteria. Arthur, Luke, and George were focusing on their school lunches, but Buster's attention was elsewhere. It's true, Buster loved to eat, but today's sloppy joe and boston cream pie paled in comparision to the sweet of the month: Samantha Kepler.

Buster smiled in glorious lust at the new girl in town. Originally from Crown City, Sam Kepler was the talk of the town. Rumors had it that she was rich and spoiled, like Muffy, but Buster knew different. The way she walked, the way she talked, it made Buster spin with glee. When no one was watching, Buster would write the most complicated of love letters. And at night, in dreams Buster swept Samantha away from danger.

But today, he officially had a plan. No one knew about his secret mission, for it was too delicate to compromise. But Buster had an enemy. Someone who knew his plan, and was gunning to stop him.

*Breakline*

After school, Buster saw Samantha retrieving her books from her locker. Seeing no one else in sight, Buster went into action. Tucking a letter into his sleeve, Buster put his hand on Samantha's locker when he reached it.

"Hi." Buster smiled. Samantha spun around, startled.

"Oh, hello!" Sam replied. "Can I help you?"

"Buster Baxter!" Buster stretched out his other hand. Meanwhile, the note slipped through the vent, Perfecto.

Buster turned to Rattles in triumph, giving him a flat yet expecting look. Rattles was embarrassed. His entire plan to shame the bunny had been cut to the core. The Tough Customers all backed away, Billy and Slink chuckling at the fact that Buster had just owned their leader. Rattles stepped away from the door, and Buster and Samantha went in.

*Breakline*

Samantha was halfway done with her banana milkshake, while Buster was indulging in his second pickle and grape smoothie. He figured that he should go easy on the food, not wanting to off put Samantha. After a particularly long slurp, he blushed.

"Sorry," he apologized.

Sam chuckled. "It's okay. I know how you like to eat!" she said.

"You do?" Buster was disappointed by that.

"Don't worry, it doesn't make you any less of a great person!" Samantha assured.

Buster sat a little straighter in his seat. Did she just complement him?

"I mean," Sam chuckled. "How many guys would take a girl out for a smoothie. Just to be nice?"

Buster couldn't remember when he had stopped breathing. Smiling, Samantha grabbed her books and set five dollars on the counter.

"Thanks for the smoothie Buster!" She left. Buster sat dumbfounded. What had just happened? Did she like him? Buster felt slightly proud, that she was impressed by his behavior. Truth be told, Buster didn't know what he'd have done if Samantha had urged him to fight Rattles. He knew that he couldn't take the Customers by himself. And he knew that that's exactly whom the battle would have been against.

Walking home, he thought about talking to Samantha tomorrow, to clarify things.

*Breakline*

It was five minutes before the first bell. Buster ran up to meet Samantha, who was standing by her locker, reading a note. Buster paled. He slowly walked the rest of the way to her.

"Hey Samantha." Buster said cautiously.

"Buster?" Sam asked. Buster gulped. "Did you write this?"

Buster slowly nodded. In one swift motion, Sam wrapped her arms around Buster and kissed him. Luke, who was walking by, jumped out of the way, squeaking slightly.

When she let go, Buster asked, "So are we?"

He was interrupted by another kiss.

"Does that answer your question?" Samantha replied.

Buster was ever so conscious of him nodding.

Mission Accomplished

Author's Note: I've probably been known to ship Buster with more girls than Saturn has moons(Ladonna, Fern, OCs), but y'know, sometimes I just feel like dropping a one-off OC on Buster just to keep the brain moving.

I got scared when I read of Rattles reaction to Buster being with the girl he loved and was going to fight Buster for it. But I'm glad Buster did the right thing and it all worked out, and I'm glad Rattles didn't lay his hand on Buster! I'd have been mad if he did.